"Shawn, there's something I need to—" His phone boomed loudly across the dresser right between them. "Wait a minute," Shawn rushed to say and then scanned across the screen. "I'm sorry, I need to take this. It's my father" He cast her a sorry look then headed out through the door. Eva opened her mouth to protest, but nothing came out. All she could do was nod as he vanished from the room, leaving her standing there with her thoughts. That moment stirred deep in her chest. Her hand hovered across her stomach, shaking to the beat of her heart-a quiet reminder of what was at stake. And the resolve crumbled, telling Shawn an insurmountable mountain. The screams of her mind wanted to make her follow him, demand his attention, and just bare it all. But fear proved to be a contrary opponent as it kept her glued to the floor. Maybe later. Once the call is done. I’ll try again then, she assured herself, sitting on the edge of the bed, clutching the hem of her dress. The minutes ticked on
Ava continued with her speech and spoke professionally to the crowd, who were obviously confused about who the real Ava Wadsley was. Shawn's jaw clenched as he stood beside Eva. His attention was on Ava, who was standing with confidence on that stage, talking so effortlessly. There was a constant hum of guests present around them, growing louder and louder as whispers whirled like a tempest."Shawn," Eva whispered, and all was said from her trembling voice to her digging fingers in his arm. "She obviously prepared to give the speech in my place, that's why she didn't tell me about the speech.” The furrowing of Shawn's eyebrows turned to her. "Why would she be speaking on your behalf when you are here? It doesn't make sense.” "She probably thought that I wasn't going to come. I mean, I wasn't feeling well, and the invitation last-minute," Eva stuttered, trying to get the words out as her heart ran a marathon while her mind juggled, trying to redeem the situation. Shawn frowned fir
“You have got to be insane! " Eva hissed, pulling Ava into a narrow, private room off the side of the hallway. Her hands were shaking, yet her grasp on Ava's wrist firm. When the door closed behind them Eva released Ava, turning towards her where her chest started to heave as shallow panicked breathing began to take over. "What were you thinking?Do you have any idea what you just did out there?”Ava was smiling, casual as could be, leaning against the wall as if she hadn't taken so much as a scratch in all that mayhem out there. "What I did, Eva, was remind everyone who Ava Wadsley really is. Or did you honestly think you could keep up the charade of being me forever?”That look sent waves of hot anger and hurt surging through her, and she stepped right towards her twin sister. "Pretending? I wasn't pretending to be you! I was helping you! You ran away, Ava! You left it all behind, and I stepped in to fix the mess you made!”Ava laughed; the sound was hard in the small room. "Fix the
“What are you doing here, Shawn?" Eva retreated a step back, her voice quivering, and looked up into the stormy features of Shawn. Her fingers overlapped each other nervously. "How long have you been standing out there?"Shawn's voice was razor-edged, taut with exasperation and anger. "Long enough, ‘Ava.’ Long enough to hear everything.”Eva stiffened. Her heart boomed loud in her ears while her stomach did flips. She turned toward Ava, who smugly stood by and watched the scene-no trace of regret on her face. The tension in the room thickened an inch and choked her. Joining her will with determination, she made herself meet Shawn's piercing gaze and immediately wished she hadn't. His eyes were ablaze bright with betrayal."Shawn, please," she began in her breaking voice. "I can explain…"Explain?" Shawn cut her off, his voice rising as his fists went tightly into his sides. "Explain what exactly? How you lied to me for months? Manipulated me, tricking me into believing that I was marr
The night was so still that the only sound heard were Eva's fleeing footsteps on cold, concrete pavement. Her heels clicked onto the sidewalk but weren't in perfect rhythm; her body was trembling. Her eyes blurred into tears, trying her best to keep in balance."I lost him; I lost everything. " she whispered into the silence of the night.By the time Eva finally arrived at her parents' mansion, she was tear-blotted, with messed-up hair and mascara streaked down both sides of her cheeks. She was still at the steps to the large house entrance when she faltered, almost flinching as shaking fingers made ringing on the chime echo like cold wind through a silent house. Finally, the huge door groaned to open, presenting her mom, Eleanor Wadsley, draped in silk."Eva? What are you doing here at this time?" Eleanor's voice shook in confusion and alarm. She looked her up and down, her mouth parted in alarm. "Good heavens, child, what happened?"She didn't say a thing but threw herself, sobbing,
"That son of a bitch!" Richard Wadsley thundered, slinging his briefcase onto the nearest couch. "A complete and utter snake!"Eleanor Wadsley bustled out in a flutter over her husband's sudden entrance from the kitchen, clutching a dishrag in her hand. "Richard? You're back so soon? I thought the trip with Henry was to last for two weeks."He had been pacing the length of the sitting room, like some caged lion; his fists kept clenching and unclenching at his sides. "It was supposed to, but that backstabber made sure to screw it all up." Suddenly he stopped and then turned, his anger and weariness twisting at Helen. “Can you imagine what that so-called friend of mine did?"Richard, stop," Eleanor soothed, making her way over toward him. "Come and let us sit down, talk it over. I am sure that it must be some form of misunderstanding. Henry has ever been-""A misunderstanding?" Richard exploded. His voice drowned out Eleanor's as he continued to yell. "Eleanor, he tried to sabotage our
"Mr. Shawn," Madam Tess broke the heavy silence in the living room, her voice cautious yet insistent. "You have barely touched your food since morning. This isn't good for you."Shawn Darlington slouched on the couch, his hair disheveled and shirt crumpled as if he had not changed into a new one in days. His unnervingly bright eyes stared at nothing in particular, his empty whiskey glass poised to slip from his dangling hand. The room was dark save the dim light of the television, its sound muted yet seemingly playing over and over the same headline that had haunted him since it broke: "Business Tycoon Shawn Darlington Gets Duped by the Wadsley Twins."His jaw clenched, and in a hoarse, low tone, he growled, "I'm not hungry, Madam Tess. Leave me be."But Madam Tess did not bat an eyelid. She clasped her hands tight in front of her apron, her face clouded in a thick mask of concern. "Sir, I understand you're upset, but shutting yourself up like this won't solve anything.”"Upset?" Shaw
"Why are you here, Ava?" Shawn's cold, clipped voice finally broke the darkness of the silent living room as he stared at the woman standing in his view. His muscles were tautly coiled as though his fists clenched at his sides held him in a restraint from heaving something or somebody out of his house.Ava fidgeted from foot to foot, and suddenly her eyes were brimming in readiness for all manner of untoward moisture. "Shawn, just please," she ventured softly, shaking at first. "I came to explain what really happened, since I actually wasn't trying to make the matter worse.”"The truth?" Shawn mocked, almost bitter. He moved a step closer to her, his form towering above her. "You are several months too late for that, Ava. You should have said the truth before you and your sister decided to make a fool out of me.""I didn't-" Ava tried saying, but Shawn cut her off.“Save it." His voice cut, the void within him laced with venom. "I don't want to hear another excuse or another lie or an
The Wadsley’s mansion was filled with tension. Shawn entered the room, his piercing eyes surveying those already seated in front of him at the table in a row down the long mahogany. His father, Henry Darlington sat opposite Richard Wadsley, who presided at the head of the table, tapping fingers on the wood in a deliberate rhythm, face with an impassive mask, and Ryan Wadsley leaned back in his chair, arms folded, and nodded to greet shawn.“I'm sorry for keeping you all waiting.” he bowed before settling down and didn’t waste any seconds before speaking. "We don’t have much time." His voice cut through the stifling silence. "Uncle Victor and Norman have been one step ahead of us for so long. That ends now."Henry's expression was resolute. "We already know all their plans. With Edward's recording, we've got Victor's confession. But that will never be enough. We need more evidence to expose them publicly in front of your grandfather.”Richard's teeth were firmly gritted. "My name and
Darlington's mansion loomed over him as Shawn grasped the steering wheel with hands tightly clenched, his mind thinking a mile a minute per second. He never imagined that he would find himself here today, but with everything that had just transpired in seconds ago, he had more pressing things to attend to. All he had to do was learn.The instant he drove into the driveway, he cut off the motor and stepped out, teeth gritted in a granite smile. Air was nearly as cold as ice as he strode up to the front door.A servant flung the door wide open for him before he would have gotten there on his own two pounding feet. "Welcome home, Mr. Darlington." The maid greeted with a smile on her face.Shawn tried to greet back with a smile, but he wasn’t in the mood and he couldn’t fake it."Where's my father?" he asked immediately.Her expression changed at his cold demeanour. She could instantly tell that he was in a bad mood."Your father is in his study," She said.Shawn remained silent. He st
The ride home was silent as Ryan drove Ava home in her carAva's knuckles were whitening as her fist clenched on her laps. She could hear the sound of her heartbeat as she thought about what she was going to face when she got home.Ryan gripped tightly on the steering wheel, jaws clenched in a hard line. He was furious and seething, but beneath the anger was something else. He was supposed to be angry and yelling at her, but all he felt was pity for her.She could feel it also, she hated being treated like that- being vulnerable and pitied but that was the only thing she could hold on to now."Are you ready?" Ryan finally said, rolling up in front of the Wadsley house. The house loomed above, the lights flickered through the windows but not stopping the storm raging in Ava's brain.Her head was spinning, she let out in a soft tone "No." She shivered, her voice quivering. "But do I have a choice?”Ryan sighed and relaxed back into his seat. "You always have a choice in every decision,
There was heavy tension in the room, as Shawn's burning gaze was focused on Ava. His eyes sucked the air out of her lungs, and she stood stil with a wide eye, trembling in fear with her fist clenched on both sides."What the bloody hell are you doing here with Norman?" Shawn's tone sliced the air like a sharp blade.Ava flinched at his voice, and she stepped back, still trembling. "I—I can explain," she whispered.Shawn's face went cold. "You better have a good explanation for this."Ava's knees wobbled under her. She didn't know how much he heard or where to start her explanation from. "I didn't mean to do any of it, Shawn." she moved closer to him with tears in her eyes, hoping it would make him pity her. "I was used and manipulated by them. I swear– I would never betray you on purpose. Please believe me.”“Used and manipulated?" Shawn let out a bitter chuckle."That's your excuse?"Ava's heart crushed. He didn’t believe her. "I was scared! I was trapped and didn't know what to do.
Ava wiped her tears and shot a glare at samantha. “You knew about this too?”"Oh, come on, Ava," Samantha teased. "Don't be stupid now. We were business partners. I had no idea about your secret one night stand. I became partners with Norman after your father threatened to ruin my career, because he wanted to protect his beloved family reputation.”Ava went pale and her head spun. She thought samantha really cared about her when she advised her and helped her to get shawn back, but she had came to her with ulterior motives, and Norman was behind her all along. "You joined hands with Norman to hurt me. I've done nothing to deserve this from you, Sam.” She said with tears pouring down her eyes.Norman stepped closer, with a firm expression. “Don't play the victim here, Ava. You did everything you did for yourself. It was for your own selfish needs.”Ava wiped her tears and shot him a death glare "What are you saying?""Don't play dumb with us," Samantha cut in, "Yes, it was part of my
It was already dark when Ava stepped out of her car. The secluded building stood at the outskirts of the area and she had to walk there. Her grip tightened on the big bag she was holding as she got to the door. She took a deep breath and looked over her shoulder one more time before twisting the door handle. The creak of the open door pushed the bitter scent of scorched cement and motor oil back into her nostrils. Samatha leaned her shoulders against a pile of crates, crossed arms, pursed lips curled into a crazed smile as she saw her. Norman Darlington, however, was sitting in a comfortably broken-in leather armchair in the far corner, whiskey sloshing back and forth between his fingers. A whirlwind of excitement churned in his head as Ava walked toward him.She did not even bat an eyelid. She raised the bag she was holding and slammed it on the table in front of Norman. "There," she spat. "There's the money you both asked for. Now stop this madness before my dad's company goes ban
Henry Darlington was on his phone in his home office when he received a message from one of his clients, Edward Langstone. It was a voice message, and he wondered what was in it. He stopped what he was doing and played the message. There were murmurs of far-off voices, glass clinking, and soft music playing a party, then a familiar voice came in. "Richard Wadsley and Henry Darlington thought they were unstoppable and everyone else, or at least wished they were. They were just emotional fools. I sabotaged their business deal to ruin it in their faces, and they did not even know it was a sabotage. After all those years of friendship and partnership, it was so easy to break them apart. Without the support of each other, they are as good as weak, but my main target was Henry, I only wanted to remove Richard from the picture. “Wow, that's brilliant.” Another voice came in. “So how's the result going?” He chuckled. “Trust me, it's going great. Darlington Enterprises hanging by his fing
Ryan forced through the doors of Shawn's office without bothering to knock. His jaw was set in a line of urgency, his head a whirlwind of possibilities. The dim light inside the office cast shadows on Shawn's face, who sat behind his desk with his expression filled with controlled fury. The door slammed into the wall but shattered no portion of his stubborn fury. His fingers drummed slowly and deliberate over the fine polished wood. Ryan's pale blue eyes sparkled. "You said something about an emergency," he said, entering and closing the door. "What is it?” His voice was a little coarse and impatient Shawn exhaled, the weight of it coming down hard as it laid on his chest. He did not even look at Ryan, but instead allowed his eye to track the line of the desk in an attempt to put some sort of control on the anger in him. His tightened on the edge of the desk, and his knuckles whitened."Ava knows something.” Ryan's eyebrows sprang. "Knows something about what?"Shawn's head jerked
Ava shoved Shawn's brown front door wide open and took a deep breath, waiting there as the door creaked shut behind her. The day's activities hung heavy on her shoulders like a damp cape. And she couldn't wait to relax and have a good night's sleep. She walked in expecting to see Madam Tess all over the kitchen, but the house was quiet. It was at this time tonight that Madam Tess would be cleaning the kitchen and also preparing Shawn's study for his arrival from work. Her hand rested on the chill of the console table as she placed her handbag down. The reflex wasn't comforting. A cold, shivery scuttering feeling crawled down her spine as though someone was standing behind her, watching her.And she saw him.Shawn was at the bottom of the stairs, lit by the faint light of the hallway chandelier. One hand was in his sweatpants pocket, the other clumsily holding a tumbler of amber liquor. His eyes, which met hers, were dark and impenetrable.Ava's heart skipped a beat.She swallowed.